Psalm couldn't remember exactly what happened in between reading the letter and getting to the parking lot but somehow the letter was in his pocket, his bookbag was half zipped up and he was clutching onto his wallet. Inside of it he kept a picture of Myra, one that he had actually taken from the yearbook room without permission as well as the first letter he wrote for her when he found out his mother died. What a pair they made, both picture keeping letter writers and completely unable to let go of each other.
He scanned the parking lot for Myra's car. He had only seen it twice before, never up close so he was afraid he wouldn't spot it, or worse yet that she would be gone. But he found her car with much greater ease that he had expected.
He ran to it, keeping his eye out for cars driving by, it wasn't like people would be looking for him, he knew that from the day before, and it was the last day of school so it was out of the question for someone to care about Psalm Everest running like a mad man to Myra's car.
Out of breath he knocked on her window, shoving his wallet back in his pocket, afraid that he had been caught and that somehow she would know just by looking at it what was in his wallet. He spotted the ring she was playing with and stood there, frozen for a moment when he was taken back to the day he gave it to her. They had quite the history.
"Myra?" He asked her nervously. "What are you doing this afternoon?"